A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

Evans was born

who picked

building with windows that had a Light green wooden

currently snowy, so anyone here would feel comfortable drinking a cup of hot cocoa in a warm house while looking at

round, no matter how beautiful

the window, looking outside. His thin stature made the hospital gown

almost given up

He had lived

glass of water

for you to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him

like he

he murmured, “Today is the

twitched when he

“Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans

also her favorite

know what to say in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The

to fumble in his

then, he stopped and shook his

but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at

not call her,” he said

to give Cecilia

Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass of water and

“Please take your medicine.

you can go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You

medicines from him and swallowed them without a

nurse came in to help put on the

was done, Mark looked sideways at the

on his phone got weaker and weaker until he finally fell

for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and it was about

to Alexis. He dreamed that he

almost given up

alive. He had lived two

him with a glass of water and medicine

the medicine,” Peter reminded him in a

seemed like he

he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must be very lively

when he heard

broke into a smile and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the

her favorite

in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby should have been

heard this, he began to

he stopped and

it was

I better not call her,”

didn’t have to give

this. Nevertheless, he stepped

“Please take your medicine.

go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You

medicines from him and

lay on the bed, and a nurse came

done, Mark looked

grip on his phone got weaker and weaker

to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a

birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong

much like that of

and call him

this Cecilia in his

his arms and gently stroked his

point, Mark woke

hospital room were white, just

gently closed

he needed

he felt cold all over his body. He felt Life without Cecilia was a hopeless

probably gone to buy

nurse was in the

to return home. He

wisteria flowers in the Evans Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the apartment on Gamous Road, which was where he

couldn’t change anything

never give up as long

hate him, even if he wouldn’t survive and have her back… He would never

was determined to stay strong

was finding it difficult to go

the bed and started to make paper

grew up. The plane

said he wanted to go

trembled as he

came back to

a snowstorm on his

just in time. The pumpkin pies are still warm,” he said to his

the paper planes Mark had been making and

the paper planes and smiled at him, “Okay

of

actually took a Little

not more

he put

narrowed his eyes

home and have a

Angela’s Library

will,” Peter cheerfully assured him. But he could see that Mark

it, Mark’s phone rang. It was a call from

it was around 4

was somehow a little upset when he looked at the caller ID. For a long time, he didn’t say or

you,” Peter

broke into

silly boy,”

answer the phone. It was

voice sounded a little

him when he said, “Cecilia gave birth to a girl. Her name

to a girl that had been named

held the phone trembled so violently that he

brief silence, Waylen said, “Mark, Edwin misses you so

Mark closed his eyes.

see you next week. I’ll

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

silence, Waylen said, “Mark, no matter

entanglement with Cecilia,

in the first half of his life. He

sniffed and

of the call, he never even

hear what had been discussed

“What happened?” he asked.

bed in silence. After a while, he looked up at Peter and said, “Cecilia has given birth to

this and

great,” he said with

first day of the new year. And Olivia is a very pretty

nodded in agreement and began to stroke one of the

to fly back home to see

Angela’s Library

a glance

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